Joke

I have been writing a blog in my head now for a while.... But never has it quite made it out of my head and on my computer... How can I ever follow up my first very morbid blog from when Presley was a baby, and honestly how will I find the time? Knowing that I am probably never going to get caught up on my scrapbooking, I'm thinking that this is the easiest way for me to keep an account of all of these busy priceless years that everybody keeps telling me I am going to miss. So here I sit with the deep pit in my stomach that yes, someday I will be reading this in a quiet house, and remembering this very quiet moment with all of my babies asleep and I yes indeed will be wishing that I too could turn back the clock and come back to this moment. Presley is 4 now, a lively thriving little girl who is just like me in every way. While I was putting her to sleep last night and standing over her listening to one of her many detailed stories, I suddenly had a flashback of when she was a baby, when I was wondering what her voice would sound like and what funny little things she would say.... So here is some of my Presley-isms. She always says "disgustable", and the other day when she was very "frustration" she told her brothers that it was a "fricken joke" to which Joel looked at me like I was going straight to hell for obviously saying that in front of our precious, innocent and very impressionable children.
Gotta go clean up the house before Joel finds out what sort of a state our house really looks like when he is at work.... Aaaaannnndddd a fire moniter thingy is beeping.... Really? How do I shut that thing up before it wakes up my kids, and what in the heck are they called? What a fricken joke.